I dropped my new friends off at the arena, a gray structure that blended into the surrounding parking lots. We waved goodbye, and they disappeared into the security line. Police on horseback wearing cowboy hats and actual spurs directed me away from the crowds, which added some Texas flair to the mundane act of sitting in traffic. As I waited to leave the complex, I began to comprehend just how many Knicks fans had made the journey to San Antonio. For every Wembanyama jersey that trudged past, there was a Brunson to counter.
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